His tears thick,
Dropping puddles
Around him.
He stood straight
Though his shoulders
Shook, rumbling deep.
Like Mt Etna
Once, spewing lava.
Pressure so extreme
Molten heat.
Insistence or resistance
Pushed out instead of up.
Out the side of the
Mountain.
Like Mt Etna,
He stood rigid in place.
Emotionally he could
Do no more.
No more talks,
Comforting-
Pacing or even arguments.
Could not move past
The great barrier.
Built first by pain
Then by necessity.
The tears were spontaneous
Not willed or
Stirred by a remark.
He just stood in place.
Like the great Mt Etna.
Readying to blow.
Like I have seen her,
Like I have seen him,
Before.
